No, I will not join Twitter

I'll just post my sporadic thoughts here instead.

Happy Birthday Ian. Hopefully (and most likely), I'll be able to say it to you in person before you read this.

This blog needs more pictures. Maybe some other day.

As much as I love Stevie Wonder, that note he hits at the end of his harmonica solo in "For Once in My Life" waaaaaaaaaaaaay too high. Ear-piercing, in fact.

The weekend weather forecast of 60-70s has yet to disappoint; it has been gorgeous outside. Friday was my first day out on Eddie's and today I spent most of the day in/around Central Park, which is basically Eddie's times a million. So. Many. People. The only logical next step, then, would be to spend Sunday indoors doing work all day. Hooray...

"SNL: Best of Amy Poehler" was just on, and one of the last clips they showed was her part from the Christopher Walken skit. As time goes on, that nostalgia will only grow stronger.

After another flash of faux-brilliance, I have come up with the 2nd quote that Earth will remember me by (here's the 1st one): "Never let someone make you feel embarassed for being honest." A bit serious, yes, but I like it nonetheless.

It took a few days, weeks, and months longer than I would have liked, but I finally watched Slumdog Millionaire tonight. It. Was. Awesome.

Now that it's finally nice outside, Mike and I plan on getting back on track with that "running" thing we wrote about doing oh-so long ago. The past few days have been unsuccessful due to me being sleep-deprived, but I am adamant about doing it. Adamant.

The last few weeks of school are always incredibly stressful.

Next year, when the Abroad Era is finally over, it'll be interesting to see which of the choices I've made this semester will stick and which ones I'll just ascribe to the fact that I didn't have much else going on at the time. You know, friends, activities, habits, and the like. I hope that doesn't make me sound incredibly rude.

Note to self: sarcasm often does not translate well through AIM. The number of times that someone has read something that I said in one way when I really meant it in a completely different way is probably mind-boggling. Does the same rule apply to blogs? Hm.

I think the title "Notes to Self" just emerged as the front-runner to replace "Nuggets."

I can't imagine how many people, besides myself, actually find these fragments of my mind to be remotely interesting, relevant, and/or necessary. Some apply to people in general, some only apply to a few specific people, and some don't even apply to anyone. Perhaps these posts are really just like an online journal available for public viewing, sort of like a modern-day Doug.

The fact that I'm writing so much is a guaranteed sign that 1) I'm really tired and/or 2) something's wrong. I'm still trying to figure out which one it is. *mysterious/dramatic music fade-out*

My yellow in this case is not so mellow,
Mai